Priority

Verse:
Baby you know I got it, I know Yuwanit too
I know you’ll never trust me but I’m an honest dude
And I’ll keep fighting to get you back just so I can prove
That I’m a man ‘cause I know that’s what you want me to do
But maybe I should stop with all the shit we’ve been through
Time has been passing upon a passion that none of us knew
And none of us could choose to do what we truly wanted to
Instead we just had to listen to both of us bigot in the living room
But I know the love was true, and I know the time we had
Was special to us ‘cause every minute was a fucking blast
So let’s just chill a bit longer and hold on to the past
Don’t know ‘bout you but baby you keep on raising my mast
Elevating with class like with the Jamaican hash
Bring it all together, it’s all better with the wonderful shape of your ass
A beautiful peach with enough junk if only you had half
As cute as can be, the opposite of being dumb, good at making a man laugh

Chorus:
I give you…
Go ahead just put it all on me
All my love…
Yeah I was jealous I’m sorry, but you taught me to be
That’s all I do
See you never speak with honesty
I give you…
Gonna claim to give it all to me?
All my love…
But I couldn’t feel you, it just wasn’t how it ought to be
That’s all I do
Nah Madam, I was never a priority

Verse:
Damn women, can’t live without ‘em or with ‘em
Believe me I’m happy for what I’ve been given
But I got a headache so I need a minute
To come to my senses so I can admit it
I love you, but when I’m in it
I just wanna pack up and declare that we’re finished
I trust you, to never give into me
Whenever I’m begging you for a visit
No scratch that, forget that I said it
I drag back in the flash of a second
And that fact’s gotta mean that it's heaven
So baby I’m coming for you and your lemons
I’ve been down, it only feels like
A minute ago but I’m here now
Make-up sex on the couch and a little bit of
Fine weed from the free-town
Deep down, I got an emotion saying
You and me we should see how
It would be to be together maybe it could really
Make us believe we should be proud
With a neat house and a tight ride
Two or three kids at the right time
Why the fuck am I thinking about it
When I know It’s bull ‘cause I ain't the right guy

Bridge:
I’m so divided, maybe I should let you go
Go get stoned with my boys as we prepare for the show
Even though it’s hard to cope with venom, doped by Cupid's bow
Maybe you should just be somebody I used to know

Chorus:
I give you…
Go ahead just put it all on me
All my love…
Yeah I was jealous I’m sorry, but you taught me to be
That’s all I do
See you never speak with honesty
I give you…
Gonna claim to give it all to me?
All my love…
But I couldn’t feel you, it just wasn’t how it ought to be
That’s all I do
Nah Madam, I was never a priority